Wardrobe Malfunction
Title: Wardrobe Malfunction
Pairing: Yoosu
Genre: Smut
Length: Oneshot
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Junsu is a loyal customer at the clothing store where Yoochun works. Sex happens.
AN: junsumabushi SOBS ITS YOUR BIRHTDAY I HOPE YOU HAVE FUN AND THAT THIS IS TO YOUR LIKING MAN.
Wardrobe Malfunction
"Here again? Does daddy's money never run out? What are you looking for now, rich boy?"
"You, obviously. And I'd like a new shirt. Date tonight," the dashing young customer said. He came to the store at least every other week. It had been a year since Yoochun started working there and he met this rich bastard. Junsu could come in and buy thousands of dollars worth of suits and silk ties and italian hand made shoes. He had the money, not the taste. That's where Yoochun came in. Even though he was the manager and helping customers wasn't one of his offivial duties-they had about twelve sales girls who were cut out for that after all- but he considered Junsu a friend after all this time of being a loyal customer.
"A date?" Yoochun asked. "A nice guy, I hope?"
"Really nice," Junsu nodded. "It's a casual date, nothing too fancy and since my entire wardrobe is basically suits or sweats and nothing in between..."
"I'll see what I can find," Yoochun said. "Make yourself comfortable, I'll be right back."
He turned around and snapped his fingers. One of the sales girls came running up to him. "Get him a cup of coffee and anything else he wants. Don't keep him waiting."
"Yes sir," she nodded, knowing very well Kim Junsu was not just another customer. Yoochun didn't keep his fondness of the man a secret.
He went to the storage room, already having a picture in his mind of how Junsu would look for his date. Gorgeous, of course. Only when he was alone he let a frown appear on his face. Was Kim Junsu ever going to ask him out? Or would all that flirting and teasing eventually go to waste? He thought about taking the first step himself, but in the situation they were in that wasn't smart. If Junsu said no there was a big chance he wouldn't come back anymore. Yoochun would obviously not say no so everything would be fine.
He grabbed a few of their nicest shirts and went back into the front store. Junsu was sitting near the changing room with a cup of hot coffee in his hands.
"Do you take such good care of all your customers or do I have the right to feel special?"
"Only customers with a gold card," Yoochun smiled. "Here, try the green sweater on first. I think that's going to be the one."
"Is it cashmere?" Junsu asked and Yoochun chuckled. A few months ago Junsu had no idea what that even was until Yoochun explained why one sweater felt softer than the other. "It is," he said.
Junsu stood up and handed Yoochun the cup. He accepted the sweater in return and disappeared into the first changing room, behind a red curtain.
Yoochun waited outside, patiently, wondering what kind of person Junsu would be going out with that night. A casual date, he had said. What did that mean? That they weren't going to a high class restaurant? Maybe Junsu was going to cook for his date. Or maybe his dat was going to cook for him? That seemed more plausible. Junsu didn't seem the type who was good in the kitchen. Yoochun would cook for him, if they ever ended up going on a date. He'd invite him over to his place, bottle of wine, perfect dinner and they'd lounge on the couch afterwards. One thing would lead to another and they'd be kissing. Yoochun's couch was big and comfortable, perfect for sex.
He tried clearing his head by checking the tags on the clothes draped on his arm to see if they were the right size.
Junsu came out wearing the olive green sweater.
"Perfect," Yoochun said. "You need dark jeans with that. Do you own a pair?"
"Nothing nice," Junsu admitted.
"I picked some out for you." Yoochun handed him the folded jeans and sent him back into the dressing room.
"So tell me more about this date of yours," Yoochun said as he waited.
"Good looking guy," Junsu answered from behind the curtain. "Very charming. I was thinking of taking him for a cup of coffee and back to my place for dinner. Order in of course, since I'm no that good of a cook. You think he'd like that?"
"Sounds great," Yoochun said through gritted teeth. "Who wouldn't like that?"
The curtain opened and there Junsu stood with the zipper of the new jeans down and unbuttoned.
"Wrong size?" Yoochun frowned.
"No," Junsu said.
"Then zip and let's see how it looks," Yoochun said and put the clothes he was still holding down on a chair before stepping into the dressing room with his favourite customer. "The sweater is really perfect." He put his hands on the man's shoulders and brushed some lint off.
"Hey..." Junsu said. "You're standing pretty close."
"Oh sorry," Yoochun said flustered and was about to step out of the dressing room when Junsu grabbed his wrist.
"I wasn't complaining," Junsu smiled.
"Always the flirt," Yoochun smiled back. He was a second too late in realising that Junsu was actually leaning in, because right when he turned his head Junsu's lips smacked against his cheek.
"Oh," Yoochun said intelligently.
"I'm sorry, I didn't -" Junsu spluttered.
"No, it's okay, I-" Yoochun decided that talking wasn't going to fix this awkward situation so instead he pulled the curtain of the dressing room shut and took Kim Junsu's lips with his own. Junsu had good reflexes apparently, because he didn't hesitate a second in kissing him back.
And it wasn't just a small kiss. Nothing like a first kiss should be. There was too much tongue for a first kiss and too much pushing and pulling for a first kiss. Junsu had managed to get Yoochun with his back flat against one of the walls bodies pressed flush together. Yoochun put his hands on Junsu's sides and squeezed him through the perfect sweater.
They broke away panting heavily. "Well?" Junsu asked, pressing their foreheads together. "Have coffee with me tonight and back to my place for dinner?"
Yoochun blinked, realising he had been tricked. He smiled. "I want to start with desert," he whispered in that husky voice he knew could send shivers down any man's spine.
He put one hand on the zipper of the jeans Junsu had been trying on and waited for a response. It came in the form of a tongue prying its way into his mouth. Yoochun moaned into the customer's mouth and got a moan back when his hand slid over the rich man's crotch and gently squeezed it.
"Do you treat all your customers this way?" Junsu panted.
"Only the ones with a pocket full of money," Yoochun smirked. "Or is that something else?" He squeezed the erection that was pressing hard against his hand again and Junsu fell forward, a throaty moan rolling over his lips.
"Sssh," Yoochun hushed him. "I could lose my job."
"Then stop squeezing my dick!" Junsu hissed.
"I won't have to stop if you can keep quiet. Can you do that, mister Kim?"
Junsu looked at him through his eyelashes before rolling his hips, pressing his cock into Yoochun's hand further.
"Good," Yoochun smirked. Meanwhile his heart was beating a million miles an hour and his mind was filled with a million different thoughts. This was not how he had imagined things to go between them. He had thought that maybe one day Junsu would come into the store, ask his number or ask him out for a cup of coffee after work. But this worked too.
He tentatively slid his hand into the elastic band of Junsu's boxers, fingers touching soft curly hairs before wrapping them around the man's hard on and pulling it out. Yoochun pushed the boxers and pants down to Junsu's thighs before dropping down to his knees.
"God, I will never doubt your existence," Junsu whispered softly to himself, and Yoochun smirked when he heard it, silently agreeing.
There was a hard cock staring right at him and Yoochun's mouth opened almost automatically. The second his lips touched the tip of it, Junsu bucked forward, forcing it into his mouth.
Heavy pants came from the man above him as Yoochun started bobbing his head, sucking, licking. Sucking and licking Kim Junsu's cock. Wow. But it was too late for second thoughts. He held onto the base of the rich man's dick and relaxed his throat, taking it in until the tip of his nose was pressed into soft curly hairs and the skin underneath.
"Fuck," Junsu swore. "Fuck my fucking life, sweet Jesus."
Yoochun went over his options for when Junsu came. He couldn't let him cum on the floor, without one of the sales girls wondering why he was cleaning up a dressing room himself. He couldn't let him cum in his hand, because he'd come across too many people when leaving the dressing room. Only one option left.
When he felt Junsu's stomach tighten under his touch, he opened his mouth a bit wider and took the drizzles of come in. He swallowed it, the bitter taste barely registering.
Junsu flopped down on the small stool in the corner of the dressing room, still heaving.
"You should change into your clothes. I'll take care of the new ones for you," Yoochun said as he got up and patted of his knees from dust.
Junsu slowly slid out of the pants and shirt before tugging his dick back into his boxers. He didn't move to put his own clothes on.
"Well," Yoochun said. "I'll let you have your rest."
He left the dressing room, when he was sure he looked decent and made sure Junsu couldn't be seen from the outside. "Is everything alright?" One of the sales girls asked.
"Wardrobe malfunction," Yoochun smiled at her. "Put these on Mister Kim's tab, would you?"
It took a bit over ten minutes for Junsu to get himself ready and out of the dressing room. Yoochun was waiting for him at the door with a Junsu's new outfit nicely wrapped in a shopping bag.
"Here you go," he said and handed it over. "Come again."
"Tonight at six for example?"
"Make it seven," Yoochun said. "I'll be waiting out front."
Pairing: Yoosu
Genre: Smut
Length: Oneshot
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Junsu is a loyal customer at the clothing store where Yoochun works. Sex happens.
AN: junsumabushi SOBS ITS YOUR BIRHTDAY I HOPE YOU HAVE FUN AND THAT THIS IS TO YOUR LIKING MAN.
Wardrobe Malfunction
"Here again? Does daddy's money never run out? What are you looking for now, rich boy?"
"You, obviously. And I'd like a new shirt. Date tonight," the dashing young customer said. He came to the store at least every other week. It had been a year since Yoochun started working there and he met this rich bastard. Junsu could come in and buy thousands of dollars worth of suits and silk ties and italian hand made shoes. He had the money, not the taste. That's where Yoochun came in. Even though he was the manager and helping customers wasn't one of his offivial duties-they had about twelve sales girls who were cut out for that after all- but he considered Junsu a friend after all this time of being a loyal customer.
"A date?" Yoochun asked. "A nice guy, I hope?"
"Really nice," Junsu nodded. "It's a casual date, nothing too fancy and since my entire wardrobe is basically suits or sweats and nothing in between..."
"I'll see what I can find," Yoochun said. "Make yourself comfortable, I'll be right back."
He turned around and snapped his fingers. One of the sales girls came running up to him. "Get him a cup of coffee and anything else he wants. Don't keep him waiting."
"Yes sir," she nodded, knowing very well Kim Junsu was not just another customer. Yoochun didn't keep his fondness of the man a secret.
He went to the storage room, already having a picture in his mind of how Junsu would look for his date. Gorgeous, of course. Only when he was alone he let a frown appear on his face. Was Kim Junsu ever going to ask him out? Or would all that flirting and teasing eventually go to waste? He thought about taking the first step himself, but in the situation they were in that wasn't smart. If Junsu said no there was a big chance he wouldn't come back anymore. Yoochun would obviously not say no so everything would be fine.
He grabbed a few of their nicest shirts and went back into the front store. Junsu was sitting near the changing room with a cup of hot coffee in his hands.
"Do you take such good care of all your customers or do I have the right to feel special?"
"Only customers with a gold card," Yoochun smiled. "Here, try the green sweater on first. I think that's going to be the one."
"Is it cashmere?" Junsu asked and Yoochun chuckled. A few months ago Junsu had no idea what that even was until Yoochun explained why one sweater felt softer than the other. "It is," he said.
Junsu stood up and handed Yoochun the cup. He accepted the sweater in return and disappeared into the first changing room, behind a red curtain.
Yoochun waited outside, patiently, wondering what kind of person Junsu would be going out with that night. A casual date, he had said. What did that mean? That they weren't going to a high class restaurant? Maybe Junsu was going to cook for his date. Or maybe his dat was going to cook for him? That seemed more plausible. Junsu didn't seem the type who was good in the kitchen. Yoochun would cook for him, if they ever ended up going on a date. He'd invite him over to his place, bottle of wine, perfect dinner and they'd lounge on the couch afterwards. One thing would lead to another and they'd be kissing. Yoochun's couch was big and comfortable, perfect for sex.
He tried clearing his head by checking the tags on the clothes draped on his arm to see if they were the right size.
Junsu came out wearing the olive green sweater.
"Perfect," Yoochun said. "You need dark jeans with that. Do you own a pair?"
"Nothing nice," Junsu admitted.
"I picked some out for you." Yoochun handed him the folded jeans and sent him back into the dressing room.
"So tell me more about this date of yours," Yoochun said as he waited.
"Good looking guy," Junsu answered from behind the curtain. "Very charming. I was thinking of taking him for a cup of coffee and back to my place for dinner. Order in of course, since I'm no that good of a cook. You think he'd like that?"
"Sounds great," Yoochun said through gritted teeth. "Who wouldn't like that?"
The curtain opened and there Junsu stood with the zipper of the new jeans down and unbuttoned.
"Wrong size?" Yoochun frowned.
"No," Junsu said.
"Then zip and let's see how it looks," Yoochun said and put the clothes he was still holding down on a chair before stepping into the dressing room with his favourite customer. "The sweater is really perfect." He put his hands on the man's shoulders and brushed some lint off.
"Hey..." Junsu said. "You're standing pretty close."
"Oh sorry," Yoochun said flustered and was about to step out of the dressing room when Junsu grabbed his wrist.
"I wasn't complaining," Junsu smiled.
"Always the flirt," Yoochun smiled back. He was a second too late in realising that Junsu was actually leaning in, because right when he turned his head Junsu's lips smacked against his cheek.
"Oh," Yoochun said intelligently.
"I'm sorry, I didn't -" Junsu spluttered.
"No, it's okay, I-" Yoochun decided that talking wasn't going to fix this awkward situation so instead he pulled the curtain of the dressing room shut and took Kim Junsu's lips with his own. Junsu had good reflexes apparently, because he didn't hesitate a second in kissing him back.
And it wasn't just a small kiss. Nothing like a first kiss should be. There was too much tongue for a first kiss and too much pushing and pulling for a first kiss. Junsu had managed to get Yoochun with his back flat against one of the walls bodies pressed flush together. Yoochun put his hands on Junsu's sides and squeezed him through the perfect sweater.
They broke away panting heavily. "Well?" Junsu asked, pressing their foreheads together. "Have coffee with me tonight and back to my place for dinner?"
Yoochun blinked, realising he had been tricked. He smiled. "I want to start with desert," he whispered in that husky voice he knew could send shivers down any man's spine.
He put one hand on the zipper of the jeans Junsu had been trying on and waited for a response. It came in the form of a tongue prying its way into his mouth. Yoochun moaned into the customer's mouth and got a moan back when his hand slid over the rich man's crotch and gently squeezed it.
"Do you treat all your customers this way?" Junsu panted.
"Only the ones with a pocket full of money," Yoochun smirked. "Or is that something else?" He squeezed the erection that was pressing hard against his hand again and Junsu fell forward, a throaty moan rolling over his lips.
"Sssh," Yoochun hushed him. "I could lose my job."
"Then stop squeezing my dick!" Junsu hissed.
"I won't have to stop if you can keep quiet. Can you do that, mister Kim?"
Junsu looked at him through his eyelashes before rolling his hips, pressing his cock into Yoochun's hand further.
"Good," Yoochun smirked. Meanwhile his heart was beating a million miles an hour and his mind was filled with a million different thoughts. This was not how he had imagined things to go between them. He had thought that maybe one day Junsu would come into the store, ask his number or ask him out for a cup of coffee after work. But this worked too.
He tentatively slid his hand into the elastic band of Junsu's boxers, fingers touching soft curly hairs before wrapping them around the man's hard on and pulling it out. Yoochun pushed the boxers and pants down to Junsu's thighs before dropping down to his knees.
"God, I will never doubt your existence," Junsu whispered softly to himself, and Yoochun smirked when he heard it, silently agreeing.
There was a hard cock staring right at him and Yoochun's mouth opened almost automatically. The second his lips touched the tip of it, Junsu bucked forward, forcing it into his mouth.
Heavy pants came from the man above him as Yoochun started bobbing his head, sucking, licking. Sucking and licking Kim Junsu's cock. Wow. But it was too late for second thoughts. He held onto the base of the rich man's dick and relaxed his throat, taking it in until the tip of his nose was pressed into soft curly hairs and the skin underneath.
"Fuck," Junsu swore. "Fuck my fucking life, sweet Jesus."
Yoochun went over his options for when Junsu came. He couldn't let him cum on the floor, without one of the sales girls wondering why he was cleaning up a dressing room himself. He couldn't let him cum in his hand, because he'd come across too many people when leaving the dressing room. Only one option left.
When he felt Junsu's stomach tighten under his touch, he opened his mouth a bit wider and took the drizzles of come in. He swallowed it, the bitter taste barely registering.
Junsu flopped down on the small stool in the corner of the dressing room, still heaving.
"You should change into your clothes. I'll take care of the new ones for you," Yoochun said as he got up and patted of his knees from dust.
Junsu slowly slid out of the pants and shirt before tugging his dick back into his boxers. He didn't move to put his own clothes on.
"Well," Yoochun said. "I'll let you have your rest."
He left the dressing room, when he was sure he looked decent and made sure Junsu couldn't be seen from the outside. "Is everything alright?" One of the sales girls asked.
"Wardrobe malfunction," Yoochun smiled at her. "Put these on Mister Kim's tab, would you?"
It took a bit over ten minutes for Junsu to get himself ready and out of the dressing room. Yoochun was waiting for him at the door with a Junsu's new outfit nicely wrapped in a shopping bag.
"Here you go," he said and handed it over. "Come again."
"Tonight at six for example?"
"Make it seven," Yoochun said. "I'll be waiting out front."